Which one did you want??

‚ÄúTurn on your video for a minute…,” I hear from the guy who, not quite 30 seconds beforehand, had entered the shopping aisle.

I turn and see him holding the phone up, clearly FaceTiming with someone, displaying the products in front of him, “Which one do you want? These are TAMPAX… I don’t know which one you want.”

I smile heartily, enlivened by his comfort in asking for help, and his lack of embarrassment at the situation as a whole… he is not opposed to admitting he does not know, nor is he opposed to learning how to help.

“Unscented… super plus,” I hear come from the phone in a woman’s voice.

Wow… I never would have even thought to say ‘unscented’… I don’t even want to think about what scented tampons means… eww…

I look over again, and see the guy pointing the phone in very much the wrong direction – I happen to have just been looking at the exact product he is now seeking, so I know at a glance where it is – and so I smile again, and walk over and point out the right box for him, “It’s this one.”

With delight and gratitude, he takes notice, and grabs the box I’ve pointed out to him, saying a genuine thank-you to me, and saying, somewhat disappointedly, that he really doesn’t know all this.

“Unless she wants the Pearl…, in which case it’s this one,” I add as I point to a different box, placed elsewhere on the wall of products, recalling that most people seem to prefer the plastic applicators.

“Oh(!)…”. He holds the phone in front of the second box and asks, “Do you want Pearl?”

She confirms that she does, and he confirms what he is going to purchase, then he thanks me again, mentions again about really not knowing this, and thanks me one final time before departing the aisle.

I am smiling so hard, that was such a fun and comfortable and fulfilling exchange for me.

As I turn back to the organic section I had been perusing-slash-evaluating, an older lady is pushing a cart toward me from that end of the aisle.

She says to me, “What a good guy,” chuckling loudly, and we both share a few moments of laughter and smiles.

I wonder at her comment, not because I disagree with with, but because I imagine that she and I have different views on the situation as a whole.

The biggest part for me was that this guy wasn’t embarrassed to be on the aisle – he just happened to be on an aisle with which he wasn’t acquainted, like if I asked someone who doesn’t know about yarns to pick up some Artiste size ten mercerized cotton crochet thread for me, and sent him or her into a yarn shop or art supply store… it’s just a lot of new information that could take a long while to sort out.

But there’s no need to embarrassment at not knowing how to find the exact product I’ve requested.

Such was the case with this guy, and I really appreciated it.

Yes, I think it would be lovely for men to take the time – and women to take the time with them – to learn about feminine hygiene products, especially the ones that their significant others use, and why they use them, as well as what versions of them the women use and why.

Nonetheless, I think this situation today is an example of a good start for such a conversation, and it shows promise for society in moving to a place of comfort with feminine hygiene products and menstruation… we have a long way to go, I dare say, but I feel so much transformation already from these past ten-ish years – especially the past few years. – and how the younger generations are already approaching and addressing menstruation rather openly, both among women and in sharing more with men, talking about things that are so, and not letting the presence of men in a group stop them from sharing (e.g. ‘Hang on… I need to go put a tampon in before we start,’ or, ‘Today was crazy at work: right at we started our morning meeting, I started my period…’).

Keep it up, folks… keep sharing and keep learning… all of us, yeah?

Yeah. ūüėČ

Post-a-day 2020

Whoops…!

Feminine stuff coming… beware ¬†ūüėõ

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When we are little, wetting the bed is a common thing. ¬†It is even acceptable and expected up to a certain age. ¬†Eventually, though, without any definite limitation, we reach an age where bed-wetting is just not a thing anymore. ¬†We have grown out of it, just as we were expected to do. ¬†I feel as though getting blood on one’s underwear is a similar situation. ¬†When we are young teenagers, it is all too common (and expected) for use to have leaks and errors of judgement that lead to menstruation making its mark on a pair of underwear or dozen, and maybe even a few pairs of pants and/or skirts and shorts. ¬†However, at some point in time, at an undefined age, we grow out of such a thing. ¬†We are accustomed enough to the circumstances of menstruation, that we no longer have this think called leaking onto our underwear. ¬†We grow up.

And yet, here I am, a good decade past that approximate age, washing out blood-spotted undies. ¬†And it isn’t even that it was the sudden start of my period unexpectedly, and so I was unprepared. ¬†I already wear pantyliners for regular discharge, – we all have it, and I truly don’t understand¬†how women manage to be comfortable every day with it rubbing around and into their underwear all day long – and so am, in a way, always prepared for the start of my period. ¬†The thing is, I actually forget about my period¬†while I am on it.

Now, I am truly grateful that I have such a comfortable period that I am even able to forget that I have it while I have it. ¬†It just has me suddenly realize that my pantyliner in full of blood, and, ‘Oh, goodness, when did I put that last tampon in?’ ¬†Really, the only concern is getting blood all over the place (not that that’s great or anything, but still…), so that isn’t half bad in the long run. ¬†I just all too often¬†get blood all over the place on my undies. ¬†In a way, I suppose I’m used to it, because I forget so often (at least, I used to forget really often, and it has slowed down some now, but it still happens regularly). ¬†I even have (or had until this past year) certain underwear that I wear on certain days of menstruation, because they are older, and they can handle a date with blood (as opposed to my newer and/or nicer underwear). ¬†They are usually the only ones that are getting close to being thrown out, but are holding up enough physically to be used still.

I think I’ve only had one or two , possibly three occasions a year, really, in which I’ve had to clean out blood from underwear these past couple/few years. ¬†So, I’ve definitely improved from how often I had to do it before then (every month, multiple times a period). ¬†That still doesn’t change the part where I’d kind of hoped, thought, expected to be past this altogether. ¬†Maybe once or twice in a decade, as part of an extreme accident of some sort. ¬†But not so regularly that I still typically wear my period underwear on those certain strong flow days every time. ¬†Meh… whatevs. ¬†It is what it is. ¬†Here’s to being good at cleaning underwear!

 

Post-a-day 2017